LOGINDamien's POV
She shook her head, wanting to stop me, but one second here and I'd pass out.
"I'd get treated in the royal clinic" I said, exhausted and jumping off the bed.
She was scared but then, I didn't want to pay attention to her, not yet.
"The doctor, what was the report?" I asked about adjusting my T-shirt which looks stained with mud now.
Dayla was behind me now as I needed my phone. To call her, did she run away again? For me to catch her?
"They haven't examined you yet, they wanted you to be conscious first" she reports, appearing in front of me and helping me to open the door.
"Who knows about this?" I asked weakly as I stepped outside with her.
"No one except me and Austin..."
"Dayla..." I whispered and then swallowed.
"Is she back in the palace?" I pressed on, trying to switch on the phone.
"No" she replied sharply as she held my free hand just so we could walk side by side.
My eyes were too busy on the screen as the phone bots. Why didn't she come home last night?
She betrayed me. She says she'd be home. I sent a chauffeur to pick her up.
Damn it, my head, it's hurting and I whimpered falling to the rail of a balcony by my side.
"Your majesty" Dayla calls, her voice was shaky but I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.
"I'd go get the doctor" she says but I stopped her.
"No, don't" I mused gulping hard as I furthered my walk.
At last the phone was glaring at me and I could see several missed calls dropping.
She called. Several missed calls!
I heaved a sigh, dragging my hand away from dayla and straining my shoulder.
Hastily, I dialed her contact, bouncing ahead and rushing to the parking lot.
What if Rosie is in danger and called me immediately as I kept my contact as her emergency line.
"Your majesty!" Dayla calls from behind me as I could see she was running after me now.
I let out a soft sigh, returned to her and with a hand, I swept her off the tiled floor, carrying her like a princess.
Her body glued to mine and it shook. I could feel her pulse as her eyes roamed on my face but my other hand had the phone placed on my ear, hoping she would answer.
I didn't call her, I didn't keep to that and probably, she might be worried? No, maybe she's happy.
"You're unwell and shouldn't be carrying me" she said in a tiny tone but her cheeks flushed red as she looked up at me.
"You're slow, I'm easing my walk" I replied coldly as I walked us to the car which was swerving over to pick us up.
I got to the passenger seat, I dropped her gently and opened the car for her.
Once I saw she was seated, I moved to the driver seat and said;
"Get off"
"Sir?" The chauffeur called with shock waves on his face.
"Your majesty?" Dayla muttered and I can tell her face flushes with fear and uncertainty.
I'm unwell and need rest. That's the words but I want to drive, to reach on time and not get to be cooed.
"It's unhealthy, your majesty..."
She kept talking but that didn't change my mind from mounting the wheel.
He did just that and stepped out, he'd find his way around but then, I gestured to him to sit on the seat next time.
I'm leaving no one behind.
He did just that again and after trying Rosie's contact for the last time, I dumbed the phone on the dashboard and began a ride.
I was quiet and staring at the rear mirror, I could see Dayla's fear, even the chauffeur had to hold the handle just to survive.
Neither of them say anything but I know what's in their mind, I should take it easy.
In no time, I was in the palace walls and halted the car in front of the entrance.
I got out of the car, leaving behind Dayla as the chauffeur will hold her out.
Climbing the curvy stairway that leads inside the castle, I was greeted by the ladies but cold gaze sent them off.
"Rosie!!!" I screamed still trying to contact her as fear lurks in my heart.
It's several missed calls, I can't help but panic.
Calling her name seems strange to me and why isn't she answering?
I should have checked the shop first or the mansion but then, I had texted someone to do just that for me.
"Rosie!" I screeched, with the phone in my ear and my other hand was slamming doors open, my eyes searched corners.
Where's she?
"Rosie!!!"
I pant exhausted, more weak and my body trembles. I don't know what's wrong with me, I just want to see her.
Perhaps, seeing her will keep me calm. I'm restless, my head burns, my heart aches and I'm suffocating.
I needed air, but then it seemed far from me, I would fall if there wasn't a wall where I could rest my back on.
Then my phone rang. I hastily swung it to my face and it was her.
I answered it, as swift as I could.
"Damien?" Her voice calls, it sounds so close and yes she was.
I couldn't say a word as tears suddenly brewed up in my eyes and I gasped softly.
"Look behind you" her voice whispered again and pulling out of the wall, I turned around, with the phone still on my ear.
Now, we were staring at each other, no words but silence. It was intense and it faded away.
My heart beats harder than ever as she has tears in her eyes too, stuck at a place just like me.
It felt like eternity, to miss her call makes me ache.
Neither of us switched the call line, it's like we desperately needed each other at this point.
"Princess" I whispered, drawing down the phone from my ear and like someone I've missed forever...I ran to embrace her.
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